Each time i wake up it feels like im getting older each time i wake up the
world getting colder i feel like the thing im doing aint worth it feel like
when im trying i aint gettin better so confuse try listening to my heart but
it got nothing to say i ask myself should i give up but nah i cant be a
quitter if i quit i"ll be a loser the stress like hitler its taking over the
stress is eating my insides like its dinner i look at myself in the mirror
and ask myself who am i cause i dont even know myself anymore my knuckles
aint hard of enough to break through this cycle there no word to explain how
i feel; but this poem gives you a glimpse of what i'm going through as im
living.
 
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